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Her body stilled.
“And I’d worship them,” I added with conviction. “I’d worship every inch until those places remembered something else.”
That broke something in her. Her forehead dropped to mine, and I felt the tremor that ran through her.
“No one’s ever said things like that to me,” she whispered.
“I’m saying them,” I rasped. “I’ve been wanting to say them for a very long time. Please, Amara, come undone for me.”
“The sound of your voice alone could make me come.”
My cock twitched.
I’d do anything to watch her fall apart, to see that raw, blissful look as she lost herself completely, her face etched with pure, unfiltered ecstasy all for me.
Somewhere in the deep corner of my mind, I realized my plans and lines of allegiance had started to blur. I’d wanted Amara for so long, and only kept my distance because I’d never jeopardize Anya’s safety and Sailor’s wellbeing.
I started to think that maybe I could do it all—have it all—because Amara had become just as important to me as my own family.
Her hands came to rest against my chest, supporting herself. The new position had her arms pressing her breasts together, tempting me. They were full and gorgeous. I couldn’t wait to taste them and hear her moans as I sucked on her nipples.
“Can I kiss you?”
Fuck. MaybeI’dbe the one to come undone first.
“Yes. You can do whatever you want to me,preciosa.”
Her dark hair cascaded around us like a curtain as she pressed her lips to mine, gentle at first, before dissolving into a kind of hunger that left no room for doubt.
Her hips shifted, dragging herself against me, and I groaned into her mouth, needing more but careful not to rush her.
She moved with purpose, grinding slowly, teasing, learning me. Every small adjustment, every breathy sigh, felt like a conversation spoken through touch.
“Amara,” I rasped. She paused, her deep blue eyes finding mine. “Would it be okay to ask you to sit on my face?”
Her mouth parted and her cheeks flushed deep pink. “Why?”
“I want to taste your pussy,” I admitted, uncaring that she had kidnapped me and cuffed me in this godforsaken cabin. “Fuck you with my mouth.”
“But—”
“Please,preciosa. I’m dying here.”
“How are you going to breathe?”
“Fuck breathing. I’d die if it meant being smothered by your pussy. Get up here.”
With an eager expression, she scooted up my body, her inner thighs smearing her arousal over my shirt and perfuming the air. She smelled like heaven.
Her hands reached for the headboard to steady herself, her fingers brushing against mine as they intertwined. I tilted my face and she lowered her hips down until her pussy came to settle over my face and inhaled deeply, then licked a slow path over her entrance.
“Heaven,” I growled as I closed my eyes, then licked again.
“Fuck,” she breathed, and finally sat all the way down. Her eyes locked on me as my mouth went to work. Her blue eyes became hazy, like she was drunk.
And me… I ate her pussy like it was the last fucking meal I’d ever get.
I licked and sucked, reveling in the way her hips rocked against my mouth. Her moans were the sweetest fucking sounds I had ever heard. Her hips rolled each time I flattened my tongue against her pussy.
